Sorry, been working on a literature blog, just wanted to quickly update that the kitten that bolted was found. And oh boy, is she a pig. Eats everything, doesn’t seem to matter what it is, she’ll stalk over to whomever she sees eating and try and snag it. Anyway, I’ll make a more comprehensive post in a few days, been really letting this blog go and I haven’t meant to, need to fix it.
-Also, someone has come to Ye Olde Blog with the search term ‘fisk fucking’ again. S’an odd sort of screwup, really.
August 14, 2008 at 5:37 am
Yesterday I was feeding my kittens (hope to give them away soon!) some leftover chicken.
One of them bit my thumb! But he loves me the most so I forgave him. Fortunately, the bite didn’t get infected.
Anyway, yeah, some kittens just learn no table manners. Not as bad as dogs (perhaps due to being a lot smaller) but still. Somehow, it makes them even more cute to me.
August 14, 2008 at 6:18 am
We have three currently, need to find a home for the piggish one (watching her eat is horribly cute, though!) since we were only technically allowed one, and Ma and Nick smuggled in another over my protests, and then the one that ran one was found a week or so later (I figured someone would’ve found and kept her, being she’s adorable) so now she needs a home, since the two after her are siblings and we feel it’d be bad to separate ‘em, since they’re so used to each other. They ‘grew up’ with a -lot- of animals before we got ‘em, and go to each other when they meow, no matter where in the house they’re at. I’ve a suspicion we won’t be able to find a home for the first one though, but then again, they’re all inside cats, hopefully the landlord won’t notice. Not sure what to do with the siblings, for the past few weeks they’ve been choosing to sleep on top of the stairs, of all places, surprised the parents haven’t hurt themselves and the cats trying to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night cuz they’re blocking the way, been sneaking the hall light on so no one gets hurt but someone keeps turning it off when they go to the can, damn ‘em. Instead of curling up on various pieces of furniture like sane animals, #1 harasses me in my bed before lounging across the top step with her brother. Affectionately labeled #2, though I’m pretty sure that’s not what the rest of my family calls him. They remind me a bit of Dr. Seuss, and the guy I got ‘em from calls ‘em The Minis, so in m’head they’re stuck as numbers.